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shadowtriovibes · 11 months

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it's a sign of the times

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: request [paraphrased]: "Rivals-to-lovers Sebastian and MC use a Time-Turner to travel to the future with Ominis in search for a cure for Anne. Instead they find a girl who's the spitting image of MC trying to sneak into the Restricted Section in the 1910s, only she has freckles like Sebastian..."

the 'verse continues in "the train ain't even left the station" [AO3]

“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?” At once, the three of you freeze. “Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?” “I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”

“Can you please remind me again why I’m even a part of this harebrained scheme?” you ask for at least the third time.

You’re crouched around a small table in one of the far corners of the upper section of the Library. It’s well past curfew, but since you aren’t technically breaking any rules by avoiding the Restricted Section, you’re currently getting away with your loitering, as do most students who are caught studying after hours this close to final exams.

Only, you’re not studying. You’ve been summoned there by Ominis, who despite being your closest friend at Hogwarts is also a conniving, duplicitous liar who neglected to tell you that this whole thing is Sebastian’s idea.

You watch warily as he turns over a contraband Time-Turner in his hands, inspecting its impossibly small dials and knobs. The golden sands inside the hourglass hypnotically shift back and forth while he reads over its inscriptions and consults the guidebook he’d smuggled out of the Restricted Section earlier that same day.

You have no idea where he managed to get the device – perhaps in one of those vaults along the coast in Cragcroftshire that he’d been exploring during the summer term. However, now he’s got it in his head that perhaps the reason you haven’t been able to heal Anne is that the cure to her curse simply hasn’t been invented yet. Therefore, a quick jaunt several years into the future ought to reveal a way to rid Anne of her illness (and maybe even earn his way back into her good graces).

It’s not the first ludicrous and impractical idea he’s had in the past year, nor will it be the last, but it’s certainly one of the more radical ones.

“Merlin’s beard, I’ve already told you,” Sebastian sighs. “Since we’re going forward in time rather than back, this is an unauthorized use, and in case we get stuck in the future, we might need your ancient magic.”

“So I’m an insurance policy?!” you demand.

“Not so much for Sebastian as for me,” Ominis answers plainly. “He thinks he’s got it all sorted out, but I’m not as sure.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Sebastian interjects.

You huff and roll your eyes. “Need I remind you that using a Time-Turner to go forward is expressly forbidden by the Ministry? It’s only to go back.”

“Loads of people have done it, though,” he argues. “I’ve been reading all about it, it’s well-documented.”

“And they’ve all come back to the present?” you demand.

“Yes,” he snaps. “...For the most part.”

You scoff. Unbelievable.

“Do you two honestly think my magic is just an unlimited get-out-of-Azkaban-free pass?” you hiss. “I have no idea how to manipulate time and space. If we get stuck there, we’re stuck there.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out like you always do,” Sebastian mutters distractedly as he fiddles with the Time-Turner.

You glance at Ominis pleadingly and he just shrugs.

“You know we can’t let him go alone, we’ll never get him back,” Ominis reasons.

“Is that such a bad thing?” you grumble.

Sebastian shoots you a warning look before he holds up the Time-Turner for the both of you to inspect.

“I have it set to jump forward twenty years,” he explains. “We’ll have to get cozy before we go, as we’ve all got to be wearing it. Physically, we’ll land precisely where we are now, at the same time of day.”

“What if the layout of the Library changes?” you ask skeptically.

“The castle hasn’t changed in centuries,” Ominis points out. “Compared to its history, two decades is indeed quite short.”

“...Fine,” you finally mumble. “Go on, then. Let’s get this over with.”

The three of you stand in a tight circle in a spot tucked away behind some shelves, hoping to remain hidden there after you make the jump forward in time. Sebastian drapes the thin gold chain connected to the Time-Turner around the three of you; it even seems to stretch and extend in length to fit. Then he murmurs a brief incantation to the enchanted timepiece and spins the innermost piece a whopping twenty times.

Your stomach lurches while it turns over and the world around you seems to spin out of control, almost like one of those Muggle carousel rides you saw once as a child. You can barely make out years and years of students and professors walking around you – through you, even – and countless books sliding on and off the shelves until everything comes to a sudden halt and you fall straight to the floor.

Ominis and Sebastian tumble with you, winded.

“That felt bizarre,” Ominis wheezes. “Where are we? Did we travel anywhere?”

“N-no,” Sebastian breathes. “Everything else just… traveled around us.”

You glance around the Library and see that as Ominis had suggested, it looks largely the same. There are some newer books among those you recognize on the shelves, their spines less creased and dyed with more vibrant colors than those of your time.

One title jumps out at you: Advances in Practical Conjuring, 1900-1910

We’re in the 1910s, you think bewilderedly. We’re in a new century.

Mercifully, the layout of the library seems to be largely unchanged. Rows and rows of dimly lit stacks stretch along the length of the grand room with two winding spiral staircases leading down to the lower level.

Once you catch your breath, the three of you cast Disillusionment on yourselves and huddle together to make your way downstairs to the Restricted Section. Ominis leads the way with his wand extended to search for any lingering students or restless ghosts, having long since proven that his spatial awareness bests both yours and Sebastian’s even without his sight.

Your trio makes it downstairs and past the first row of shelves before Ominis stops in his tracks. Sebastian collides with him and then you knock into Sebastian, causing you both to hiss some choice words at each other.

“What’s going on?” you demand in a whisper.

“Someone just came in,” Ominis explains. “The librarian is at the desk and she hasn’t noticed, but a student is coming down the stairs.”

Sure enough, across the room you see a faint flicker of light and can just barely make out the outline of a small student sneaking down the main stairs – must be a young one, you think, no more than thirteen.

“I think it’s a girl,” you offer. “I can see her just over there.”

“What’s she doing?” Sebastian whispers.

“I’m not sure yet,” Ominis says carefully. “She’s past the desk, the librarian didn’t see – oh, for Merlin’s sake.”

“What is it?” you breathe.

“She’s going straight for the Restricted Section,” Ominis mutters. “Just our luck, I suppose.”

The three of you remain crouched behind the shelf while you watch the girl creep ever closer to your hiding spot. You’re panicking inside your head, wondering what possible seams of the universe might immediately be torn to shreds if she were to spot the three of you, but thankfully she seems single-minded in her mission to gain access to the locked collection of books across the room from you.

“She’s tiny,” Sebastian snorts. “I suppose the young ones are even more bold in the future.”

“Weren’t you about her age when you first started to sneak into the Restricted Section?” Ominis reminds him.

Sebastian insists, “No, I was fourteen. I didn’t go in until Anne was attacked. She’s got to be twelve at most, maybe even a first year.”

“Will you two be quiet?” you hiss. “She’s going to hear you!”

Across the room, the Disillusioned girl pulls a key out of the pocket of her robes and starts to insert it into the lock. A girl her age wouldn’t have mastered Alohomora yet, you think, nor would it be effective on this kind of lock. You have no idea how she managed to get a copy of the key, however.

“Do you suppose we could just go in after her?” Sebastian proposes. “She’s nearly got it open, we should take advantage of that.”

“Are you mad?” you scoff. “We can’t be in there at the same time, we’ll get caught!”

“So what if some little girl from the future sees us?” Sebastian argues. “Why wouldn’t she believe we’re just students from her time doing our own research?”

But before you can further explain to Sebastian how astonishingly stupid that idea is, the girl across the room gasps softly and drops her key to the floor. In front of her, the lock is glowing red as if it’s searing hot.

That’s a new security development from your time, you think. It’s rather lucky the three of you didn’t discover that the hard way.

Immediately, the young librarian leaps from her seat and hustles across the room to the Restricted Section’s gated entrance much faster than Madam Scribner ever would have.

“Hang on…” you say under your breath. “Is that – that’s Sophronia!”

“Who?” Ominis asks.

“Sophronia Franklin, she’s a fourth-year in our time,” you explain distractedly. “She’s always lingering in the library, of course she takes over for Scribner once we finish school.”

“I know her,” Sebastian chimes in. “Tried to get me to play a game of trivia in exchange for returning a book on curse breaking I’d been waiting for. Rather precocious, I thought.”

You glare at Sebastian and he merely rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t mean it in a flirtatious way, I was referring to her choice in books,” he grumbles. “Merlin, you’re protective of her.”

“She’s a sweet girl,” you murmur, appreciative of the fact that Sebastian can’t see you blushing. Truthfully, you don’t think much about Sophronia these days, other than that she absolutely cannot catch the three of you in her Library as she’ll easily understand what you’re up to.

Before you can try to convince the boys to call it quits and return to the present, Sophronia rounds the corner and the girl’s Disillusionment charm melts away in surprise.

“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?”

At once, the three of you freeze.

“Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?”

“I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”

“Apologies, Madam,” you hear the girl say with a cheeky lilt to her voice. “I was just looking for a book for my aunt, that’s all.”

Just then, Sophronia leans down to pick up the dropped key and all three of you catch a glimpse of the young girl’s face. She’s probably around twelve, like Sebastian had guessed, but her face… Merlin, she could be your younger sister.

Her slightly-upturned nose is nearly identical to yours, only she’s got a small smattering of freckles across hers. Then there’s her chin, which juts out just a bit like yours does, and you’re too far away to make out the color of her eyes but you’re positive that they’re almond-shaped just like your own.

Now that you think about it, her hair is tied back like you always did with yours when you were younger – braided with a green bow at the end, only her hair is a rich, warm brown color.

“...Is that you?” Sebastian asks softly. “How. How are you doing this?”

“That’s not me, I’m right here,” you remind him.

“Hold on, what am I missing?” Ominis whispers.

“That girl looks exactly like this one,” Sebastian insists. “She’s got her nose, her eyes, her face shape. It’s like there’s a second-year version of her, standing right across from us.”

“We’re twenty years into the future,” Ominis reminds you both. “...What if she’s your daughter?”

You feel like the room is starting to spin around you again, and you find yourself pitching to the side before Sebastian quickly tugs on your arm and pulls you back behind the shelf.

“Do not go daft on us now,” he mutters. “I don’t care if that is your daughter–”

“She’s your daughter too, you know,” Ominis chimes in. “In case you were wondering.”

“Wh… What?” Sebastian stutters, and Ominis gestures for the two of you to listen in.

“Goodness, Miss Sallow,” Sophronia sighs. “You really are so much like your father, always sneaking into the Restricted Section.”

You watch as the girl puffs up her chest proudly, a mischievous smirk on her face that doesn’t strike you as particularly like you at all – but rather Sebastian.

“I’ll gladly take that as a compliment, Madam Franklin,” Anne-Marie says.

“While I respect that you are both voracious consumers of knowledge, he, like you, had little respect for the rules of the Restricted Section,” Sophronia continues. “I’ll have to ask you to leave until you get permission from a professor for relevant research or turn fifteen.”

Anne-Marie is still arguing with the librarian as she’s being escorted out. “Perhaps if you would just let me borrow the book for a while–”

“I’m afraid I’ll also have to give you detention this time,” Sophronia interjects. “I can’t keep looking the other way simply because I owe your mother a favor. This is the third time this term!”

Anne-Marie huffs and folds her arms. “But my godfather–”

“Your godfather is a very busy man who would undoubtedly appreciate it if you spent more time staying out of trouble,” Sophronia finishes, “than trying to emulate your father. In fact, I think Ominis would agree with me that one Sebastian Sallow in this world is quite enough!”

Well, that certainly clears things up.

Sophoronia marches Anne-Marie up the stairs and out of the library. The three of you, having already forgotten your original mission, put your heads together without a word so Sebastian can drape the Time-Turner around your necks and return you to the present.

You collapse in a heap on the library floor, but this time it’s fully empty – even the librarian’s desk light is extinguished. You sit in silence for a few moments, and you and Sebastian don’t dare look at each other. Eventually you force yourself to stand and offer Ominis a hand up, steadfastly ignoring the other boy.

“So,” Ominis finally says, barely concealing his smile. “When exactly is it, do you suppose, that the two of you fall hopelessly in love with each other?”

You both curse at him at the same time, and Ominis throws back his head and laughs.

“Shout at me all you want, but that little girl is proof that the two of you are destined for each other,” he crows. “Oh, how brilliant!”

“Come now, Ominis,” Sebastian says with a nervous laugh. “You don’t seriously think that girl is, what… our child or something?”

“That’s precisely what I think,” Ominous answers, smirking. “You said it yourself, she looks exactly like her mother.”

“Stop!” you interject. “I’m not anyone’s mother, in case you forgot.”

“Perhaps not yet,” Ominis agrees primly. “I imagine it will be several more years before Sebastian makes you one.”

Sebastian goes deeply red while you sputter indignantly.

“Thats – that’s foul, Ominis,” you insist. “It’s untoward to even be talking about this!”

Sebastian folds his arms and raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re that offended by the very idea of us having a child together? I’m hurt.”

“W-well, I just meant that we shouldn’t talk about things that haven’t yet come to pass,” you explain nervously. “Besides, all that is years away. Decades, even.”

Sebastian glances sidelong at you, and you wonder if you’re imagining the way he looks you up and down.

“Right,” he says slowly. “It’s not like we know anything for sure, obviously.”

“Of course,” you agree. “...I don’t suppose you have any other family members named Sebastian? Distant relatives, perhaps?”

“Why?” he drawls. “Looking to snag a cousin of mine so I won’t be the one to father your children?”

You shove him right into one of the bookshelves, but he laughs like he doesn’t regret it one bit.

“Now now,” Ominis murmurs. “You ought to be kind to your future husband, you don’t want to damage his virility.”

“I have half a mind to put a dent in Sebastian’s virility right here and now to save me some trouble later,” you reply, casually aiming your wand at his groin.

“Have you gone mad?!” he stammers as he takes several steps backward. “Put that thing away!”

“Oh, will you please relax?” you sigh. “We just saw one of your descendants, your ability to procreate is in no danger.”

“You could still put me in the Hospital Wing,” he sulks. “Besides, it’s not just procreation that I use it for.”

Ominis snorts. “Unfortunately, I am intimately aware of that.”

You make a face while Sebastian grins cheekily, offering no apology.

The three of you start to make your way toward the exit into Central Hall, ignoring the weak protests of the prefects stationed outside. As you make your way back toward the Slytherin common room, you all fall silent again, lost in your thoughts.

You aren’t sure how you’re supposed to forget what you saw, you think. In the future, you have a daughter. Her father is Sebastian Sallow, and… and she’s brilliant. Beautiful, courageous, more than a bit headstrong, and as determined as you both are if not more so.

You catch yourself actually grinning, and when you glance over at Sebastian, you see the same expression on his face.

“Anything you care to share?” you ask him.

“I know we probably shouldn’t talk about it,” he starts, “but there is one thing that girl said that I won’t soon forget.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he admits, “I heard her say she’s looking for a book for her aunt, and you haven’t got any sisters.”

You smile softly and reach for Sebastian’s hand. “No, I don’t.”

He lets you take his hand in his to give a reassuring squeeze.

“She’s still alive,” Sebastian says quietly. “She… she’s still sick, probably. But she’s still alive in the future. She meets my daughter, and she knows her.”

“She does,” you say. “And – and maybe we don’t quite know how that happens yet, but you can have a little faith, Sebastian. Things will work out the way they’re supposed to, and Anne will be with us for a long, long time. There’s still plenty of time to make things right again.”

He nods wordlessly but doesn’t drop your hand.

Just before you arrive at your common room, Ominis stops in his tracks.

“Hang on… Her name, Anne-Marie?” he asks you. “That sounds like something Sebastian would have picked. How generous of you.”

“Aww,” Sebastian laughs. “You must be so in love with me by then to let me pick the name.”

You grit your teeth and ignore them as you murmur the password to the giant stone snake guarding the door, hoping to get some well-earned rest and be rid of these boys for the night.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Sebastian says as he ducks around you and slips inside the door. “I’ll let you pick the name for the second one, and we can duel for rights to the third.”

You go running off after Sebastian and holler, “You bastard Sebastian Sallow, how many damn children are you expecting?!”

Ominis quickly pulls the door shut behind him and shakes his head.

“Godfather,” he mutters to himself. “I’ll never know peace, will I?”

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[Get to know more of the Sallow kiddos in "the train ain't even left the station" ❤️]

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #my fic #time travel #i tried to stick to time-turner lore as much as possible while completely retconning it #(future) dad!bastian

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heavenlyyshecomes · 1 year

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misc readings

On books and reading!

Reading insecurity, katy waldman, slate

The deep space of digital reading, paul la farge, nautilus

The curse of reading and forgetting, ian crouch, new yorker

Why read the classics, italo calvino (pdf)

How reading is like love: italo calvino on the ecstasy of surrendering to other dimensions of experience, the marginalian

Just read the book already, lauren miller, slate

Treasure the books no one else seems to love, molly templeton, tor

Papyralysis, jacob mikanowski, los angeles review of books

How to nurture a personal library, freya howarth, psyche

Brief notes on the art and manner of arranging one's books, georges perec

If I don't remember what I read, did I read it at all? molly templeton, tor

Never do that to a book, anne fadiman, slate

Mary oliver on how reading saved her life and the greatest antidote to sorrow, the marginalian

On the pleasures and solitudes of quiet books, emily st. john mandel, the millions

Being a better online reader, maria konnikova, new yorker

How 11 writers organize their personal libraries, emily temple, literary hub

How many errorrs are in this essay? ed simon, the millions

Adrienne rich on resistance, the liberating power of storytelling, and how reading emancipates, the marginalian

How we read series, wired

Fiction detective: on literary citation and search engine sleuthing, sophie haigney, the drift

our autofiction fixation, jessica winter, the new york times

#these are so random but 🤠#on books and reading #misc readings #ref #ref: mine #articles #mine #the hits

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general-du-vallon · 29 days

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Aramis and the babies, 3

part one is here.

‘So here I am’ turned out to be some sort of accidental under statement. Aramis bumped into Porthos everywhere, and every time got steadily more awkward. Passing on the stairs, coming out of the flats at the same time (Aramis pretended to have left something inside to avoid an awkward walk down together, Porthos did the same, and they walked down together in awkward silence), arriving at the front door together the time Aramis lost his key fob thing (the council charged for new ones, Porthos admitted to losing his within a week of getting it and usually just broken in, he was apparently ‘okay at locks’). In the supermarkets, at the playground, at the community food project the estate collectively ran out of a community room that was coming to bits around them.

“Papa, look,” Hugo said, one day. “Cat.”

It wasn’t a cat, it was Porthos, just at the next table. Hugo bounced happily in Aramis’s arms and waved to Porthos, he loved the car boot sale he was in a really sociable mood. Louis was at Anne’s and Rochelle had a sleepover, Henry and Agnes were with them, and Marie was staying for a little while. She was very very quiet. Aramis was worrying because he didn’t know where Luc was, usually when Marie got passed to him Luc came along too, but this time it was just Marie, and the social workers told him he knew as much as he needed to. Marie tucked herself behind his knees and he nearly tripped backwards, Porthos had come reluctantly over since Hugo had waved.

“Morning,” Porthos said, waving. He waved with the hand that was holding coffee. He looked bewildered when it spilled everywhere, Hugo laughing at him and waving a third and fourth time.

“I’m Henry,” Henry said, at the same time as Marie tugged at Aramis’s trouser leg.

“Ah, yeah, Henry, Agnes, Marie,” Aramis said, pointing them out.

“Cat!” Hugo said.

“She’s doing great, keeps climbing the curtains and sleeping on top of doors and things,” Porthos said. Hugo nodded seriously, waiting for more information about the cat. “Tried to get out the window the other day, probably after a bird.” Hugo’s eyes widened. “She didn’t get out, I keep the windows on those hook things.”

“The windows don’t open wide enough to climb out, we know that don’t we, Hugo?” Henry said, grinning. He was missing a tooth and looked rakish, white-blond hair even blonder from sun, long and plaited like Elsa from Frozen. Specifically like Elsa. He was obsessed with Elsa. Not the whole movie, just her.

“Yeah,” Hugo agreed. “Can’t sit out there.”

“Out where?! It’s just sky!” Aramis said, turning on the two boys, Henry was laughing at him, setting him off on purpose. Marie was tugging again. “Yeah, pipsqueak?”

He crouched to hear her, putting an arm around her since she could no longer hide behind him. She whispered her curiosity in his ear, quite a few questions about who Porthos was.

“He has a cat,” Hugo said, too loud, Porthos had been answering a polite query from Agnes, but his gaze came to rest on them instead.

“Are you a giant?” Marie asked, at a whisper but bold enough to be heard.

Porthos shifted. He seemed pleased about her misapprehension, chest swelling, standing taller in his boots. They had little heels, his jacket was big and leather and padded out his shoulders through sheer bulk, he was already big but he was dressed even bigger, and he drew himself taller and held himself wider and beamed down at them the bright day behind him, like some sort of benevolent sun god. He really was gorgeous, Aramis thought, regretfully, remembering that they’d so far found nothing to talk about.

“I won’t eat you,” was the answer Porthos finally settled on, then bent forward, widening his eyes, face quite serious, “yet.”

Marie kicked him, which Aramis thought was perfectly fair. He pretended he hadn’t seen a thing, ignoring Porthos’s surprised yelp. Hugo giggled, climbing out of Aramis’s arms and heading for Porthos. Aramis hoped Hugo wasn’t going to kick him as well, he’d have to either tell Marie off or wait and see, though, and he chose the second option. Hugo patted Porthos’s knee solicitously, looking up at him, singing wordlessly. Aramis opened his mouth to explain but Porthos was nodding, crouching down so Hugo didn’t have to crane up. Marie leant back into Aramis to watch.

“Tell me that again, kiddo, I was too high up I didn’t understand,” Porthos said.

Hugo groped for words, failed to find any, patted Porthos’s knee again, and sang incy wincy spider, showing Porthos the hand gestures he was learning at school. He tugged his jumper.

“He wants to tell you about his spiders,” Aramis said.

“You got spiders under there?” Porthos asked. “Not real ones, surely? On your shirt?”

Hugo flopped into the grass. He wasn’t much for standing up today. Aramis scooped him up and Marie clambered onto his back, Henry linking arms with them and Agnes, ready to get moving. Porthos stood as well and gave Aramis a helpless shrug.

“Ah, Agnes is staying with us at the moment,” Aramis said, not finding anything to talk about but not really quite finding a way to leave. “For a bit.”

“Philippe’s having a routine operation,” Agnes said, “my husband.”

“Oh, I hope it goes well,” Porthos said, very genuinely, body language softening and opening up somehow.

“If you want to. Um,” Aramis stopped. What he wanted was to have sex with Porthos. Quite a lot of it. Preferably at Porthos’s house, tonight.

“Yeah, alright,” Porthos said. Aramis forgot for a second he’d not actually said outloud about sex. “There’s the pub?”

“Yes, alright,” Aramis said. The pub could definitely be a step on his way to having sex. Aramis could go with that. He smiled, and Porthos grinned back.

“Your passengers look about ready to be off,” Porthos said. “Are we friends, Marie?”

“Promise not to eat me,” Marie said into Aramis’s shoulder. “If you do eat my brother will come.”

“Tear your arms, boff!” Hugo called, which Aramis wished he’d never said. It was sticking.

“Alright. I like my arms, better just stick to eating cake,” Porthos said. “Maybe a biscuit now and then. A little bit of pizza.”

“And vegetables,” Henry said. “Some are quite nice, Aramis makes them so they don’t taste yucky.”

Aramis squeezed Henry’s arm, grateful for his off kilter wingmanship. Porthos clicked his tongue and looked around, faltered, asked if seven was a good time, and then wandered away. Agnes leant across Henry to squeeze Aramis’s arm, delighted by the whole thing. She asked him so many questions as they meandered the last few tables and ended up, as always, at the ice cream van, pleased as anything that he’d found someone to flirt with.

Aramis spent the afternoon tracking down Luc and checking he was okay and not going spare worrying over Marie. Without, of course, talking to Luc. He wasn't going to leave a trail. And then he was late to the pub because he spent the evening having a nice chat with Marsac and setting up one or two very little, very subtle things. Just a tiny little bit of manipulation, a miniscule amount of machinations. It wasn’t that he disliked Marie and Luc’s father, he wasn’t a bad man. But regardless of school being important and Luc not needing as much care as Marie and being able to stay, for their overall wellbeing, Aramis decided he’d just do a little bit of poking and prodding.

He was halfway to the pub at a jog when he got a call from Luc’s social worker. Then outside the door he got another call from Marie’s social worker with a stern telling off. Aramis admitted nothing, said he had no idea what she was talking about, made bewildered noises, and ducked into the pub. He saw Porthos holding up the bar, eyes on a darts game, and then he saw Porthos go over to tell the huge bloke playing that he was cheating, and then Aramis saw the huge bloke square off with Porthos.

“Hi,” Aramis called, going over, not sure if his intent was to break it up or join in. He’d see which way things went. Either or.

Porthos relaxed, though, and after a charm offensive the huge bloke was introducing himself as Amyot and offering to buy Porthos a beer.

“I’m on a date,” Porthos said, “he might think it was a bit funny if I let you buy the drinks instead of him.”

“What?” Aramis said.

“Seeing as he was late, I assumed he’d be paying,” Porthos said. That was to Aramis, not to Amyot, who’d quickly lost interest and gone back to cheating at darts. “Come on. We can sit out the back, the garden’s shut because of a mishap-”

“You and Flea breaking patio furniture is not a mishap,” the barkeep said, appearing all of a sudden and giving Aramis a start. He recognised Christoph from the community larder thing, but didn’t know him well. “You’re paying for your drinks until I’ve fixed that.”

“I’m paying tonight,” Aramis said, leaning on the bar.

“Aramis, right? I’m not letting any friend of Porthos open a tab, just a friendly warning,” Christoph said, Aramis had got distracted watching Porthos put on a chagrined ‘aw shucks who me?’ performance. “What am I getting you both, then?”

Aramis ordered whatever cinder was on tap, and whatever Porthos had been drinking already, paid up front, and headed them out into the closed garden. There was a broken table, a broken pot, a clearly repotted sapling, a couple of broken chairs, and a sturdy bench set against the wall of the pub which is where Porthos headed, sitting in a comfortable sprawl, long legs stretched in front of him, pint resting on one strong thigh. Aramis sat too close and took a sip of his cider.

“Why’d you ask me out?” Porthos said. “We’ve been doing the awkward shuffle as if we’ve already had awful sex and found out we sort of hate each other.”

“I wasn’t actually asking you out,” Aramis said. Porthos’s head came up and he froze. “I was about to suggest we had sex, but then I realised I was literally swamped under my children, and it might be a little inappropriate, and then you were suggesting the pub. I thought I might come along, do some flirting, do some wooing. I’m very good at flirting and wooing. I’m a romantic.”

“I see,” Porthos said, and his hand dropped to Aramis’s thigh and gave it a squeeze. “Alright then. We paid Christoph for his shit beer though so we should drink it. You want to smoke your terrible herbal things?”

“Not really, they are a balm only to be applied when the children are particularly baffling,” Aramis explained. “I love them more than my own life, and probably anyone else’s life too really, but my god they can be loud and unreasonable.”

“To be fair, so can adults,” Porthos said. “I like them.”

“Adults?”

“Daft.”

“Children?”

“Your children.”

Aramis preened as if it was a compliment, which it was since it was him who taught them manners.

“My specific children,” Aramis said, sighing happily.

“Yeah, although you seem to have an awful lot,” Porthos said, brow furrowing.

“I have three,” Aramis said, a bit surprised. “Hugo, Louis, and Rochelle. You met them. Louis lives partly with his mum, but he still counts.”

“And Henry, and Marie, and Marie said something about another brother, unless she meant Hugo was gonna tear off my arms,” Porthos said. “I mean maybe she did. Or Louis. Or Henry. And! You had a baby the other day.”

It sounded like an accusation and made Aramis laugh. He couldn’t remember for a second which baby Porthos might mean.

“Oh! Raoul. He’s Athos’s baby. I missed a lot of Louis’ baby years, and of course Roch’s, not so much Hugo but he was one when he came. So Athos lets me steal Raoul away sometimes, I think he has quite kinky sex when I have Raoul,” Aramis said. “Athos is a friend.”

“So Raoul isn’t yours. But I still count… six.”

“Henry is Agnes and Philippe’s kid, I’m not his Dad. They lived with me when he was a baby, him I got the baby years he was lovely, really lovely. They got their own place when he was five, they just come to stay when Philippe’s away nowadays. Or for fun. Or Philippe and Henry come down for the football, Philippe grew up around here.”

“Five,” Porthos said.

“Marie and Luc are on a foster placement,” Aramis said. “They come and go.”

“I know how that goes,” Porthos said, and raised his glass. “Alright, three. But to be fair, it still sounds like you have a lot of kids.”

“Yeah,” Aramis said, beaming, “I do.”

“I just have Grace,” Porthos said. “Charon and Flea’s kid. Sometimes… anyway. Bit complicated.”

“You moved down to be closer to them?” Aramis asked.

“Sort of. Not really. I was in the army. Not recent, it was back a while now, I didn’t like what I was being asked to do so I whistle-blew, and it didn’t go so well. Had a bit of trouble getting work, I was doing those oil rig gigs you know?”

“Vaguely,” Aramis said. “I’m sorry. I think it is admirable to stand by your convictions, especially in a situation like that. You’re talking around a lot, but I think that it sounds like you did something pretty impressive.”

“Sometimes it feels like it, sometimes it feels like it was stupid, and sometimes it’s more like I didn’t have any choice,” Porthos said. “Doesn’t matter. I decided to go back to school, I’m getting a degree. Doing some shifts at Tesco, and I get bits for a few construction companies, I know a few guys.”

“Army guys?”

“Sort of. Adjacent,” Porthos said. “You’re impressive too, you know. Giving kids a place that’s safe and home and good.”

Aramis shrugged and to his surprised Porthos went all intense, sitting forward, pint put aside so he could hold Aramis’s face. Aramis met his eyes, surprised, and then he was being kissed fiercely, wonderfully.

“It matters. It’s important,” Porthos said, low and gravelly. “It matters to me. I don’t know what to say.”

He kissed Aramis again instead of saying more, and Aramis was fine with that. He got a grip on Porthos’s leather jacket and pulled, getting a good angle.

parts:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 [complete]

#bbc musketeers #my fic #aramis and the babies #aramis/porthos #portamis

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Note: this list is not finite. If you want me to write about a character that’s not on here, please feel free to request it and I’ll try to write it. Also, a characters age will be changed for it to be appropriate (see About My Blog)

If you want to make a request, please read this first <3

Marauders:

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Barty Crouch Jr.

Evan Rosier

Mary Macdonald

Marlene McKinnon

Dorcas Meadowes

MCU:

Peter Parker (all variants)

Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers

Hunger Games:

Finnick Odair

Peeta Mellark

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

Jennifer Jareau (JJ)

Aaron Hotchner

Miscellaneous:

Theodore Laurence (Little Women)

Gilbert Blythe (Anne With An E)

Willy Wonka (Wonka)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson)

King Caspian (The Chronicles of Narnia)

Nikolai Lantsov (Grishaverse)

#characters #character list #masterlist #intro post #writeblr #writing prompts #x reader fics #ship fics #divider by saradika

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Watching Persuasion (2022) ... It's as bad as promised. Overall, my feeling is that it's a soulless, algorithmically-determined production meant to attract fans of Bridgerton. It doesn't go hard enough in any artistic direction to justify the problems and just isn't a fun watch.

The opening flashback feels like they think the viewer is stupid and won't be able to imagine them having been in love if they don't actually see them on the screen.

Of course he hasn't written, they're not allowed to write if they're not engaged! Her lying around crying and bathing and drinking wine and looking through the box of things he gave her makes her seem pathetic, like she has no life apart from her regret.

Mary's letter ( :( ) made me laugh, okay. But they're ramping up the family's cruelty toward her, which is frustrating - the thing in the book is that she's overlooked and they're thoughtlessly unkind, they don't go out of their way to insult her.

Anne smiling and giggling with Mrs. Croft over Frederick ... what the fuck ...

Why does she always carry around this rabbit?? WTF??

I actually like the Fleabaggian asides as a concept, it's a good one for Austen, but what Anne actually says in them is too sharp. Same as what everyone says.

Henrietta and Louisa being like Anne's gal pals is frustrating, she's effectively an older generation than them even though there's only a ~10yr age difference. They shouldn't be trying to set her up with Wentworth, they consider her too old to get married and want him themselves, what the fuck! There's making changes in interpretation of characters and then there's ... decimating the entire point of the story?

Charles Musgrove is cute 😍

Yelling out the fucking window?!?! What?

Oh god the jam-on-the-face scene, this is so painful and """relatable""" and I hate it. Your life does fucking lack purpose, Anne, you do nothing except think about him and lie around.

Having Anne initiate avoiding Frederick is like ... I just don't understand the characterization.

Ugh Louisa why are you dissuading the marriage talk, this is what you should want.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH ANNE VOLUNTEERING THAT CHARLES WANTED TO MARRY HER FIRST WHAT THE FUCK that was SO painful

This is not dance music. I will give them points for doing the over-the-head waltz pose rather than just a basic anachronistic Playford country dance, though.

"He was so distant last night" you fucking ran away from him! Screaming into her pillow for him to love her - then why are you avoiding him?

Obligatory running in the woods scene, can't be considered "modern" and "relatable" if you don't run in the woods. Um, the English were not super into the French Revolution, I realize this makes her politically palatable to the audience but ... she's basically encouraging them to play at being the people trying to kill Wentworth.

"The boy could have been hurt" the boys were hitting her with sticks while she crouched on the ground!

Mary is actually the best thing about this adaptation. She is genuinely funny.

"Don't I?" Anne no you don't seem interested in him at all. (Also, she has the Turn-Down Collar of Relatable Modernity.)

Aw, we're losing the little fight over Henrietta going to see Charles Hayter. Because that would mean she was competing with Louisa for Wentworth and we can't depict women competing over a man because that wouldn't be Relatable, I guess.

ANNE IS FUCKING PEEING AGAINST A TREE WITHIN LISTENING DISTANCE OF LOUISA AND FREDERICK OH MY GOD

I don't generally use the term "virtue signaling" because it's mainly used by total assholes, but the extent that this production is going out of its way to make Louisa and Henrietta have a Positive and Healthy Relationship with Anne, Women Supporting Women, etc., I would have to call it virtue signaling. It is actively detrimental to the story!

Anne being eloquent and telling Wentworth off at dinner kind of came out of nowhere. It also feels like a bit of a replacement for the "fine ladies" bit that's been cut out.

In general, I don't hate the modern talk, but it would be better if that were just how the characters spoke. It jars because most of the time they speak reasonably like it's the Regency and then suddenly you have "sorry, Agamemnon joke" or "5 in London, 10 in Bath" or what have you.

Having Wentworth stand there glaring at Mr. Elliot for talking to Anne is just awkward, feels like they're trying to layer a Darcy/Wickham thing over their relationship.

Anne and Wentworth really speak too much in this. Together, I mean. What is the purpose of this conversation between them on the beach? I guess it's meant to show that he still has concern/regard for her but like, that comes through very well in the novel.

Being friends is a step up, you idiot! You are expected to be friends with the person you marry. Why are you walking into the sea?? Oh, of course she can swim very well, she's Modern and Relatable.

Louisa has been made so sensible that the jumping scene now makes no sense. And the whole point of the scene is that Anne finally takes a more active role and actually exchanges words with Wentworth so ... that's a dud now as well.

They share a whole carriage ride alone together from Lyme to Kellynch????

Oh FFS I was 🤔 enough at Lady Russell being made a wholly positive person, but she talks about sex with Anne and says she goes on European tours to have lovers? It's nice for Anne that she has all of these confidants and people who support her, but that's just ... not the story of Persuasion!

I hate hate hate the trend of dressing all of the characters except the heroine in reasonably accurate clothing and then being more artistic and stripped-down and modern with the heroine. It just isn't that clever. Like, sure, the first time, but it just looks like the designer got lazy and pulled everyone else's costumes from a bin. Lady Russell gets the same treatment which imo is making her too much on Anne's wavelength.

Uh ... so Mr. Elliot is just admitting his whole plan right out to Anne, basically?

Not enough Richard E. Grant in this.

Okay, the gold teacup is a bit funny. Not the slurping but the ostentation. Oh no Anne what the fuck are you doing what is this dream this is so painful and insane

More turn-down collars of modernity ... I hate this trope

Anne is talking up Elliot to Wentworth. This is ... the exact opposite of the book scene, the point of which was that they were starting to come together but were interrupted by Elliot. Anne using her cousin to make Wentworth jealous is just gross behavior.

Mrs. Clay's cleavage is so anachronistic, but I'll allow it. For personal reasons.

Anne's all pleased and surprised at Mr. Elliot's proposal. Um, that's not Anne. She knows she doesn't want him the whole time. And that damn rabbit again!

ANNE DRINKS SO MUCH. What is this obsession with making her a wine girl?

Whoa, having Anne discover Elliot and Mrs. Clay making out in public is uh quite a thing. Wraps that up without the need for Mrs. Smith, I guess.

Looking at all the couples in the church ... stealing from Pride and Prejudice '95, hm? But lol, like all these people would have come to the wedding of Mr. Elliot and Mrs. Clay. It would have been at least semi-scandalous and he doesn't have any money (although I guess he is rich in this one). This ending also feels like stealing from '05.

#austen #persuasion (2022)

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jeanmoreaux · 2 years

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*✧ — AUGUST WRAP UP

you all remember the text post i wrote about how overreading is a sign i am not coping well with something and actually procrastinating life. and how an anon in my inbox said “i tell my sister's boyfriend the number of books i read this month and he thinks he should congratulate me, but it's literally a shameful catholic confession that i should atone for with penance.”? this post is my shameful catholic confession. nothing more to add. if things keep going like this september might look similar.... someone pls send help. (don’t worry, i am doing fine, i’m just being dramatic.)

highlights of my months were all the new favourites, my reread/kind-of-buddy-read of loveless (shout out to jo for putting up with me) AND my reread of the hunger games and catching fire. these books still slap so hard. can’t wait to start mockingjay once i am done with my library books.

2022 reading goal: 169/100 books

2022 pages goal: 59,566/35,000 pages

previous wrap ups

as alway, feel free to drop book recs, questions, or opinions in my inbox; i am always happy to talk to you about books! <3

* –> newly added to my favourites shelf

follow: my goodreads | my storygraph | my bookstagram

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* Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus | ★★★★★

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig | ★★★☆☆

Youngblood by Sasha Laurens | ★1/2☆☆☆ | review

Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson | ★★★★★

Sweet Bean Paste by Durian Sukegawa, translated by Alison Watts | ★★★☆☆ | review

Unfollow: A Memoir of Loving and Leaving the Westboro Baptist Church by Megan Phelps-Roper | ★★★★1/2

Heaven by Mieko Kawakami | ★★★★☆

The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende | ★★★★★ | review

The Trees by Percival Everett | ★★★★☆

Upgrade by Blake Crouch | ★★1/2☆ | review

Lady Susan by Jane Austen | ★★★★☆

Out There: Stories by Kate Folk | ★★★★3/4

* Briefly, A Delicious Life by Nell Stevens | ★★★★★ | review

Sanditon by Jane Austen | ★★★★☆

In Deeper Waters by F.T. Lukens | ★★★☆☆

Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong | ★★★★★

* Kindred by Octavia E. Butler | ★★★★★

Beautiful World, Where Are You by Sally Rooney | ★★★★1/2

Memphis by Tara M. Stringfellow | ★★★★☆

Everything I Know About Love by Dolly Alderton | ★★★1/4☆ | review

Lore Olympus (Season 2) by Rachel Smythe | ★★★★☆

The Mirror Season by Anna-Marie McLemore | review

Fiona and Jane by Jean Chen Ho | ★★★1/4☆

* All the Lovers in the Night by Mieko Kawakami | ★★★★★ | review

Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler | ★★★★1/2

Funny You Should Ask by Elissa Sussman | ★3/4☆☆☆

Parable of the Talents by Octavia E. Butler | ★★★★★

Nightcrawling by Leila Mottley | ★★★★1/2

The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton | ★★★3/4☆

The Daughter of Doctor Moreau by Silvia Moreno-Garcia | ★★★★☆

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reread

Loveless by Alice Oseman | ★★★★1/4

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins | ★★★★★ | review

Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins | ★★★★★ | review

Sadie by Courtney Summers | ★★★★★ | review

#the way i had to put a read more or this would clog all your dashes................#mish reads #book recs #goodreads #the storygraph #wrap up

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potionboy3 · 1 year

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My HPMA gangs in a tv show!

In the video: Dawn Harvelle (mine) Rosa Yaxley (mine) Jupiter Durand @cursed-herbalist Jimmy Crouch (mine) Rocky Weasley @magicallymalted Quincey Alderly @gaygryffindorgal Pandora Lovelace @gcldensnitch Nymeria Lee @gcldensnitch Maxim Raeburn (mine) Mary Ann Von Deyne @endlessly-cursed Tara Cruz @nelabelievesindragons Barbara Katz @gaygryffindorgal Gwen Montague @magicallymalted Lainey Bell @gcldensnitch Isander Yaxley @gaygryffindorgal Obviously there would be a lot of guest stars too!

#dawn harvelle #rosa yaxley #jupiter durand #jimmy crouch #Rocky Weasley #quincey alderly #pandora lovelace #nymeria lee #maxim raeburn #mary ann von deyne #tara cruz #barbara katz #gwendolyn montague #gwen montague #lainey bell #isander yaxley #hpma #dawn and rosa being the main characters of a show is just something i need in my life #gryff chose the theme song

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askadrianalucardtepes · 9 months

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Knock knock. When the door opened, little Mary stormed right in, dragging a sack full of her things - likely toys and random things. "I am SO mad!" Mary cried out as she dragged her sack, "I'm moving in, ok!? I'm living here forever and ever until I can forgive papa and my stupid siblings! Hmph!" Mary huffed as she sat down, beginning to play with one of her toys. It seems she just had a heated argument. "It's not fair. I did nothing bad. Stupid Christopher... Stupid Ann... Stupid Fredric..."

//The dhampir curiously watches the little girl drag all her things into his home, amused by her anger towards her siblings. As an only child he'd never understand it, but he couldn't deny it was both hilarious and incredibly adorable to watch the ticked off little girl complain. "Oh? My, that sounds quite serious. What happened, kid?" //He turns around to march intot he kitchen, where he pours her a cup of freshly pressed orange juice. He'd fallen into the habit of always keeping some on hand in case of Emergency Uncle Visit by one of the kids. An occasion like this was a prime example of such an occurance. He walks back out once the glass is full, crouching down beside Mary and offering her the drink with a gentle smile. "You know, if you want to live me that's alright. But you'll have to live by my rules, okay?" //This was a prime opportunity to tease Mary a little bit while also making sure she remembered how great her family was. He could have a bit of a laugh, as a treat! And he'd make sure to inform Trevor of where she was the second he'd ensured she was okay and safely settled in for the time being. Poor man must be worried about his daughter, no doubt.

#ask alucard #alucard #castlevania rp #castlevania alucard #adrian fahrenheit tepes #askadrianfahrenheittepes #alucard castlevania #ask blog #castlevania netflix #castlevania askblog #castlevania #alucard tepes #alucard roleplay #ask adrian fahrenheit tepes #adrian tepes #MaryMovesIn!Storyline

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dianessunflower · 1 year

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hiyaaa, im nat, ive been around a while but this is my new blog for my unhinged chaos thanks to twitter going insane slipping down the drain. im more of a bookish/artsy/history/theatre type but im a sometime tv/films lover when milfs (read gilfs) are involved or there's connections to be made.

so these are my fav shows to reblog. basically i like a bit of everything (oh, musicals, etc) but my comfort is always period drama. and of course, anything with a milf 🫠🫦

2024 edit: my letterboxd functions the same way as my storygraph - less reviews more dates - but i am trying this year...

The Sound of Music

The Good Fight (im in mourning)

Evil (underrated!!!)

Elsbeth (because I love everything the Kings do)

Outlander

Downton Abbey

The Gilded Age

All Creatures Great and Small (2020-)

Belle

Anne with an E

Sanditon

The Marvelous Mrs Maisel

Julia

Ted Lasso (ignoring the last 10 mins)

Killing Eve (also ignoring the last 10 mins)

A Discovery of Witches

Lord of the Rings / The Rings of Power

Grace and Frankie

Mary Poppins

Victor/Victoria

The Americanization of Emily

Duet for One

Darling Lili (ok anything with Julie Andrews basically)

Carol

Mamma Mia 1&2 (again, anything with Christine Baranski)

Cybill (and not for the main character OOP)

Princess Diaries 1&2

Dr Quinn Medicine Woman

Rebecca (1940)

Pride and Prejudice (2005, it's Keira Knightley im sorry)

Sense and Sensibility (1995)

Mr Malcolm's List

Schmigadoon!

Pachinko

Everything Everywhere All At Once

Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon (ok anything with Michelle Yeoh also)

Emma (2020)

Anna Karenina

Chicago

Tick, Tick... Boom

In the Mood for Love

Under the Hawthorn Tree

The Handmaiden

#a little bit of everything is my motto #basically im indecisive #but not to sound pretentious i just like to analyse shows and art #and gifs #i like making gifs

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derekfoxwit · 1 year

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The Best Picture Oscar My Way (2000-2022)

After doing this list, I suddenly got inspired to do this sort of thing for some of the other Academy Award categories. For this project I got the following things to say:

Many of the win/nomination changes will be based more on some infamous or otherwise perceived snubs (i.e. Martin Scorsese needing to wait until The Departed for a Best Director win). In general, the changes are based on what the frequent consensus seems to be from what I’ve seen.

I may STILL keep a few of those same snubs if it simply lines up more with the film’s initial reactions at the time (i.e. Clockwork Orange).

There are some changes that the Oscars applied to certain categories over the years (i.e. Sound Mixing & Sound Editing becoming just Best Sound). For this list’s sake, I’ll apply some of my OWN cases of said changes applying (such as the Best Picture expansion from 5 to 10 occurring earlier since, in hindsight, they probably should’ve done that sooner). In case of that change, I’ll just apply it earlier (starting in 1997).

Said expansion has resulted in no less than 8 nominations in Best Picture at a time, so that’ll be my minimum (until 2021, where it was officially made the set amount no questions asked).

Gonna try to keep EGOTs as best as I can. Luckily for this category, there’s currently only one that’ll matter.

More inclusive wins (POC; LGBT) will be more likely to stay. There may be some exceptions after I’ve already made my own inclusive alternatives.

For the early years where Best Picture went to the studio instead (for some godforsaken reason), I’ll just pretend that’s not the case.

Due to some weird, borderline convoluted rules with Best International Feature Film (Mainly that this category doesn’t require US theater plays, but most other ones do), I’ll often go off of an eligible film’s year of original release unless they managed nominations the following year (City of God; Spirited Away)

For Best Picture, I’m only gonna list the nominated producer for newly added films (here’s the Wikipedia page for the rest). I will mostly go with the ones credited as “produced by” or “p.g.a.” (if the latter is shown) on IMDB as the nominees. Limit is five.

Italicized film titles are the ones I added. Bold ones are winners.

2000

Gladiator (still)

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Erin Brockovich

Memento - Jennifer Todd; Suzanne Todd

Almost Famous - Cameron Crowe; Ian Bryce

Amores perro - Alejandro G. Iñárritu

Traffic

American Psycho - Christian Halsey Solomon; Chris Hanley; Edward R. Pressman

Requiem for a Dream - Eric Watson; Palmer West

2001

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

A Beautiful Mind

Moulin Rogue!

Shrek - Aron Warner; John H. Williams; Jeffrey Katzenberg

The Royal Tenenbaums - Wes Anderson; Barry Mendel; Scott Rudin

Mulholland Drive - Tony Krantz; Michael Polaire; Alain Sarde; Mary Sweeney

Amélie - Claudie Ossard

In The Bedroom

Gosford Park

Monsters, Inc. - Darla K. Anderson

2002

Spirited Away - Toshio Suzuki

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

The Pianist

Gangs of New York

Punch-Drunk Love - Paul Thomas Anderson; Daniel Lupi; JoAnne Sellar

Chicago!

Catch Me If You Can - Steven Spielberg; Walter F. Parkes

The Hours

2003

The Lord of the Ring: Return of the King (still)

The Barbarian Invasions - Daniel Louis; Denise Robert

Lost in Translation

Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World

City of God - Andrea Barata; Mauricio Andrade

Finding Nemo - Graham Walters

Mystic River

Seabiscuit

2004

Before Sunset - Anne Walker-McBay

Million Dollar Baby

The Aviator

The Incredibles - John Walker

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - Anthony Bergman; Steven Golin

Sideways

Ray

The Motorcycle Diaries - Michaek Nozik; Edgard Tenembaum; Karen Tenkhoff

Shrek 2 - David Lipman; Aron Warner; John H. Williams

Shaun of the Dead - Nira Park

2005 (well crap, seems like in hindsight, a struggle to find many picks might have been part of the problem. Still don’t excuse that bullshit with Crash)

Brokeback Mountain

Good Night, and Good Luck

Munich

Capote

Pride and Prejudice - Tim Bevan; Debra Hayward

Howl’s Moving Castle - Toshio Suzuki

Memoirs of a Geisha - Lucy Fisher; Steven Spielberg; Douglas Wick

V for Vendetta - Lana and Lilly Wackowski; Joel Silver; Grant Hill

2006

Pan’s Labyrinth - Guillermo del Toro; Alfonso Cuaron; Bertha Navarro; Frida Torresblanco

The Departed

Babel

Letters from Iwo Jima

Little Miss Sunshine

Children of Men - Marc Abraham; Eric Newman; Hilary Shor; Iain Smith; Tony Smith

The Prestige - Christopher Nolan; Emma Thomas; Aaron Ryder

The Lives of Others - Quirin Berg; Max Wiedemann

The Queen

2007

No Country For Old Men (still)

There Will Be Blood

Ratatouille - Bradford Lewis

Juno

Atonement

Zodiac - Ceán Chaffin; Bradley J. Fischer; Mike Medavoy; Arnold Messer; James Vanderbilt

Persepolis - Xavier Rigault; Marc-Antoine Robert

Hot Fuzz - Tim Bevan; Eric Fellner; Nira Park

4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days - Cristian Mungiu; Oleg Mutu

The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford - Ridley Scott; Dede Gardner; Brad Pitt; David Valdes; Jules Daly

2008

Wall-E - Jim Morris; Lindsey Collins

The Dark Knight - Christopher Nolan; Charles Roven; Emma Thomas

Slumdog Millionaire

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Milk

Frost/Nixon

Synecdoche, New York - Charlie Kaufman; Spike Jonze; Sidney Kimmel; Anthony Bregman

Departures - Toshiaki Nakazawa; Ichiro Nobukuni; Toshihisa Watai

The Wrestler - Darren Aronofsky; Scott Franklin

Doubt - Mark Roybal; Scott Rudin

2009

Inglorious Basterds

The Hurt Locker

Mother - Tae-joon Park; Woo-sik-Seo

Fantastic Mr. Fox - Wes Anderson; Allison Abbate; Scott Rudin; Jeremy Dawson

A Serious Man

The White Ribbon - Stefan Arndt; Veit Heiduschka; Margaret Menegoz; Andrea Occhipinti

The Secret in Their Eyes - Mariela Besuievsky; Juan Jose Campanella

Avatar

District 9

2010

Inception

Incendies - Kim McCraw; Luc Dery

True Grit

Toy Story 3

The Social Network

Black Swan

Biutiful - Alejandro G. Inarritu; Jon Kilik

The Kids Are All Right

127 Hours

The King’s Speech

2011

The Artist (still)

The Tree of Life

The Descendants

A Separation - Asghar Farhadi

Hugo

Moneyball

The Help

Midnight in Paris

War Horse

2012

Amour

Django Unchained

Life of Pi

Argo

Once Upon a Time in Anatolia - Nuri Bilge Ceylan; Zeynep Ozbatur Atakan; Can Yilmaz

Moonrise Kingdom

Lincoln

Les Miserables

Silver Linings Playbook

The Intouchables - Nicolas Duval Adassovsky; Laurent Zeitoun; Yann Zenou

2013

12 Years a Slave (still)

Her

Prisoners - Kira Davis; Broderick Johnson; Adam Kolbrenner; Andrew A. Kosove

The Great Beauty - Francesca Cima; Nicola Giuliano

Before Midnight - Richard Linklater; Sara Woodhatch; Christos V. Konstantakopoulos

The Wind Rises - Toshio Suzuki

The Wolf of Wall Street

Gravity

Nebraska

American Hustle

2014

The Grand Budapest Hotel

Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

Gone Girl - Ceán Chaffin; Joshua Donen; Arnon Milchan; Resse Witherspoon

Tale of the Princess Kaguya - Yoshiaki Nishimura; Seiichiro Ujiie

Whiplash

Selma

Intersteller - Christopher Nolan; Lynda Obst; Emma Thomas

American Sniper

Boyhood

2015

Carol - Elizabeth Karlsen; Christine Vachon; Stephen Woolley

The Big Short

Mad Max: Fury Road

Inside Out - Jonas Rivera

Spotlight

Bridge of Spies

The Revenant

Room

2016

Moonlight (still)

Arrival

Fences

La La Land

Hidden Figures

The Salesman - Asghar Farhadi; Alexandre Mallet-Guy

The Handmaiden - Park Chan-wook; Syd Lim

Your Name - Koichiro Ito; Genki Kawamura; Katsuhiro Yumiya

Hell or High Water

Manchester by the Sea

2017

Lady Bird

The Shape of Water

Call Me By Your Name

Phantom Thread

Get Out

Coco - Darla K. Anderson

Blade Runner 2049 - Broderick Johnson; Andrew A. Kosove; Bud Yorkin; Cynthia Sikes

The Post

Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri

Dunkirk

2018

Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse - Avi Arad; Phil Lord; Chris Miller; Amy Pascal; Christina Steinberg

Roma

BlacKkKlansman

The Favourite

Hereditary - Kevin Scott Frakes; Lars Knudsen

Black Panther

Bohemian Rhapsody

Shoplifters - Kore-eda Hirokazu; Kaoru Matsuzaki; Hijiri Taguchi; Akihiko Yose

A Star is Born

Vice

2019

Parasite (still)

Jojo Rabbit

Joker

Little Woman

1917

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

Marriage Story

Portrait of a Lady on Fire - Benedicte Couvreur

The Irishman

The Lighthouse - Lourenco Sant’Anna; Rodrigo Teixeira; Michael Volpe; Robert Eggers

2020

Nomadland (still)

The Father

Soul - Dana Murray

Judas and the Black Messiah

Minari

Sound of Metal

Mank

Wolfwalkers - Tomm Moore; Stephan Roelants; Nora Twomey; Paul Young

2021

Drive My Car

CODA

Belfast

Dune

The Power of the Dog

West Side Story

Nightmare Alley

Licorice Pizza

King Richard

Titane - Amaury Ovise; Jean-Christophe Reymond

2022

Everything Everywhere All At Once (still)

All Quiet on the Western Front

The Banshees of Inisherin

The Fabelmans

Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio - Guillermo del Toro; Alexander Bulkley; Gary Ungar

Marcel the Shell with Shoes On - Andrew Goldman; Edward Chiodo; Caroline Kaplan; Dean Fleischer Camp; Jenny Slate

Nope - Ian Cooper; Jordan Peele

Aftersun - Barry Jenkins; Mark Ceryak; Amy Jackson; Adele Romanski

Top Gun: Maverick

Triangle of Sadness

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